About Me

So, if you're a curious soul like me, and you want to know more about me (something I still have not figured out entirely - if only brains could be disassembled like computer programs ... alas), then this is where you might want to be.

First and foremost, my name is Cody. I do have some pictures of me, but I'm actually quite camera shy, and in fact the only picture of me I like, is, not surprisingly my face covered by my hand. Otherwise, let's just say I 'accidently' deleted them. Okay, I didn't, but I'm not sharing to everyone (which could be good or bad I suppose)! Now, then. If you actually are curious about me, see below. Otherwise, maybe you're interested in my photo gallery, or blog or something else. Feel free to go wherever on my site.

I have had several nick names, perhaps my favourite: coderjunkie (hence the domain). As noted on my main page, a coderjunkie is basically a code/programming addict. And how I got this nick name, is the simple fact of a friend actually noted that I do feel better after I get a 'fix' of programming/coding, and when I don't code for some while (ie withdrawal symptoms) I don't do as well. How true is that today, I don't know, but it was quite true at the time (ca 2003 or 2004).

I have had before other nick names up here, but no longer here, since they're irrelevant here.

I was born February of 1982 (I'll give you 28 guesses to figure out what day), in Los Angeles, California. Lived in southern California all my life. I do like it here, but I have to admit that sometimes the desert heat gets to me. But nevertheless, I have family here, and pretty much everything I need is here. So, California is where I am, though I won't say where exactly except to say I've not lived in Los Angeles in a very long time.

If I had to pick, there are a few things that mean a lot - or the world even - to me:

1) My friends and my family. Some of them mean as much to me as my mother, which is very, very special, because quite simply, my mother is the one who always tried to help, always cared, and basically kept me from destroying myself, in whatever shape or form it would have been.
2) Music - most notably: Metallica and my collection of anything related to them (a large portion of which can be found at my photo gallery).
I even have over 1,200 concerts of theirs, though that certainly is not on this site.
3) Computers! I would be lost without my computer; it's my connection to the world, and they're something I really enjoy - be it learning what makes them tick, playing games on them, chatting, anything else - they're what I really enjoy on free time (which I have far too much of, I might add). Combined with the fact I have my music and my friends (most online) at the same time, it's the single most important item I own.

And then there's something I actually do not generally tolerate. At all. It's something that most actually treasure, but I know I'm not alone with my disliking of it, though far more rare. That is: touch. Yes, I hate being touched. If it's a doctor needing to examine, or someone super special, it's usually okay, but even then it's sometimes hard and/or seriously disliked.

I have a lot of memories. A lot of them I don't care to remember (childhood memories for example), but there are also - as I recently realized - a lot of cherished memories. Most importantly: spending time with my friends and family. I also really enjoy concerts, but of course I don't get to do that more than a few times each tour. I'll mention a few very special moments. When I became friends with someone I actually was hoping to get to know better for some while. Surprised to say the least it happened, but when I met Emelie, well let's just say - it was a very important moment in my life, because she has been a great friend. Others have too, of course, but this is one of my longest standing friends. Another treasured memory was on the 6th of March in 2004 at around midnight (one of the few times I would be awake at this hour). Metallica was just finishing up their performance. Or that is to say, they just finished their last song, and were now throwing out picks and drumsticks. But what happened next, blew me away. I am fast with catching things, say if a cup is falling, it will most likely be caught if I am there. However, after standing all night long at the front row on the pit, I felt very tired and weak. So, thankfully the drumstick actually was thrown just to the right of me. And the person who happened to be at the right of me, was my brother, Jesse. And he caught it. Someone tried to get it from him, but he grinned at him, and said he had it and wasn't gonna let it go. And he indeed had a deathgrip on it. Next thing I know, he hands it to me. It was the nicest thing he could have ever done for me, and I think it in some ways made me realize he does care. As for the person who tried to get it from my brother, he had good news too: the next time they played in the area, this time in Anaheim, California, my brother saw him. What was his surprise ? He actually caught a drumstick from Godsmack (who puts on a killer performance too). And, that wasn't all! Lars of Metallica, walked off the stage and handed this guy a drumstick. Or so that's what my brother remembers (I don't remember the second part as far as Lars handing it to him - just that he had two drumsticks). And for my brother and myself, I got two guitar picks, and I have this vague memory that he got one or two too.

Obviously, I love music. Indeed, music has been a huge part of my life. It literally made me realize that I wasn't alone, and that others did have issues too. It probably saved me. And Metallica was the first band I really listened to. My father has actually played guitar (and other instruments too at times) since 1958 or so. And his brother plays piano. So I was naturally listening to music at an early age and at 3 I did play guitar for a very short while. But it wasn't until I was probably 9 that I truly got to hear music I loved then and still love to this day: Metallica. My father mostly plays bluegrass, and obviously my uncle - pianoa player - plays classical. And I appreciate it. It's just my first choice.

There's a few other things, I really do enjoy, but don't get a chance or don't have the motivation, to do as much of, as I used to. Despite the fact I haven't read a book in full for some while (to be honest, the last book I read as of 13 of August 2009 - was Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows). But I do enjoy pretty much every book I read. And I used to read a lot. I do love fantasy. Lord of the Rings, The Hobbit, Harry Potter, and indeed the first fantasy series I was introduced to: The Chronicles of Narnia. Fantasy, as amusing as this may sound to the witty, has actually changed my life. Had it not been for me becoming a fan of fantasy, I would not have wanted to be part of Imagica, which would have meant some of my closest and dearest friends, I probably would not know. And they have actually changed who I am, for the better - I'm generally far happier nowadays.

I also enjoy other kinds of books, of course:

I absolutely loved The Mysterious Island (and other books by the same author - Jules Verne). I really enjoyed Mark Twain's work, as well as the Doctor Dolittle books by Hugh Lofting (the original novels, especially), and Jack London, even things by Shakespeare and Charles Dickens!

One other author of significance, I have already mentioned. Though unpublished, the stories and indeed novels I have read by her, are outstanding: my dear friend Emelie.

There are other things, including movies, but these are the signifcant things about me. I used to take vacations/holidays, but not so much nowadays. I do have pictures, including some that probably shouldn't have been taken in Yosemite (or rather: I shouldn't have been in the area there - it was after the rock slide there of the previous year, of which I wrote about here on this site before), and other places, as well as my animals, and indeed my Metallica collection, and other things.

That's about all I have for about section, for now.